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I will be what |
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I want to be, |
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And believe in myself |
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You'll talk if there's something to say, |
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Have just respect in youself |
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Take a walk through the peaceful land, |
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Without nothing in mind |
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Today someone is crying out, |
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This is the delay grind |
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Limited feeling, so called regulation |
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Emotionaly abused, |
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The new generation |
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Want to walk away, is it against the rules |
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Broken promises, |
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To lie's one of the tools |
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Lying awake like hypnotized, |
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Dreaming I will get high |
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One step closer to the madness, |
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I thought |
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Ireally could fly |
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I believe we deserve the best |
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But we all get the worse |
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Everybody's got certain needs |
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Sometimes straight or perverse |
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Limited feeling, |
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So called regulation |
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Emotionally abused, |
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The new generation |
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What's left to believe |
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Together we are falling |
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It's hard to decieve |
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I'm not the one's lying |
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How free are you |
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Tell me how free are you |
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No rule to say |
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I'm alone |
